My Beautiful, Sexy Didi
doggy style, sister

This was the time in the early 2000’s when there were no mobile phones and the only internet connection was a dial-up modem connection. My elder sister is 3 years elder to me. I was studying. Don’t remember exactly when but around that time. My sister, lets call her Didi, was doing her higher secondary studies. At that time we were in a smaller town called Durgapur, in West Bengal. My school would usually end at 1 PM and I would be at home max by 1:30 PM. My sister’s school would end at 1:30 PM and she took her own sweet time to reach home. Both my parents were working. Father in a Steel plant and mother in a school. Mother used to reach home around 4 PM almost every day. So Didi was smart to work her timings to use those couple of extra hours to her benefit. Somehow she used to reach home at around 2:30 PM or 3 PM, get ready in another half our and finish her lunch. By the time mother comes, she becomes the ideal daughter. She was really smart as a person and I used to admire her and follow her advice very often. To her, I was her baby, chotu brother and a very obedient one indeed. I noticed a few years back that she stopped playing with me and did not mingle with my friends. Guess she was in her puberty. I missed spending time with her, but as my friend circle grew, I became busy myself. My daily routine on a school day was to come home by 1:30 PM, throw my bag and other belongings on the floor and crash on the huge sofa to watch my afternoon cartoons. I still remember we used to watch “Tintin”, “Jetsons” and “Flintstones” in the afternoon and would discuss them during play time in the evening with friends. Then have lunch at around 2: 30 – 3 PM when Didi used to come home. Usually when I got up from the table, she used to sit for lunch. Everyday she would be accompanied by her classmates who used to stay nearby. On occasions some boy would drop her on his bike. I used to tease her asking if he was her boyfriend. She would ask me to shut up and say that I should mind my own business. As days passed, the drop by the guy became more frequent. In a few days, I heard an argument between mother and Didi about it. Guess our neighbors might have told my mother about the boy with the bike. Since that day she was careful not to come with that boy. Then I have seen her come home either alone or with a few female friends. During summer vacation she had morning tuition. Though for a tuition of 2 hours she stayed out for more than that. But she always came back along with friends. Guess mom was contented. Things changed a bit when mom had to visit school for a few days before the schools re-opened. Didi used to bring a few friends home after classes. I used to hate that time as all my didi’s friends used to look at me as a baby boy and never took me seriously. The next few days a boy also accompanied them. He was a decent guy. He befriended me. Treated me as equal. Asked me about what I was studying and which discussed which material to study. I became fond of him. I used to greet him where ever we met and he reciprocated back. My didi’s friends were not so intimidating any more. I felt that I have some control of the situation. Schools started. Daily while Didi came home, she would spend some time chatting with her friends at the outside gate. This became a habit. Initially I ignored it as I was too busy with my Cartoon Network(back then, the best thing on TV). Once I noticed a male voice. Just out of curiosity I checked. It was the same boy. I became excited a little and shouted “Bhaiya”. Every body turned towards me. It was a little embarrassing. I wished him “Hi”. He saw me and waved his hand. I did not disturb further and went inside back to my cartoons. Then those days didi used to come home early but she used to hang out with her friends for quite some time before dispersing. This continued for quite a few weeks and it became a norm. Then one day didi invited the boy inside. I as usual was happy to see him. Talked to him a little. Then he excused himself saying he has to explain some topic to my sister. I did not care much. At lunch time, i shouted to Didi that she should have lunch. She shouted back saying that she would eat a little later after he left. The boy started leaving. I joined him asking a few regular questions and walked him to the outside gate. He left home around 3:30 PM and carefully avoided mother. This happened pretty frequently for the next few weeks. I was happy that I was getting to meet him regularly and getting some tips and advice on common topics. He was very friendly. Even wished to share his old books and notes. It was hard not to like him. One such afternoon some vendor came to take his fees. I think it was the paper wala. So, i went to her room. The door was closed. I shouted from outside asking where did mother keep the money. She shouted back telling me the location. As she finished shouting, they both giggled as if they were hiding a secret. You can figure that out as after one giggles then they make an effort to shut up but still cant stop laughing. Since then I was wondering what they were doing inside and giggling secretively. After I gave money to paper wala, I went back to her door and knocked her door asking what they were doing. They took a couple of minutes to open but eventually she opened. It kind of felt that they were hiding something. May be I was very naive at that time and just ignored at the moment. But it created a curiosity in me. I wanted to know what they were talking about. So, next time they got together in the room, I went barefoot near her room and tried to listen to their words. Strangely, I did not hear any words. I thought they were discussing Physics or Chemistry but I found it strange that they were not discussing anything, I waited there a few minutes still nothing much. Then when I was about to leave, I heard something like, “You idiot ouch! Why do you do it?*slap sounds* It hurts”. The male voice said something like,” Moron, you are the idiot here..”.I was taken aback. I grew anxious. Still gathered some courage and shouted at the closed door asking if she was alright. She replied almost immediately saying she is fine. Then immediately i heard the same giggling from both. In a few minutes she came out and asked me that why was I worrying. I told her that I heard those voices and checked if she really was hurt. She was a little annoyed and said that she needed to study and stop disturbing her. She sent me away but I was not at rest. I think they took this as a cue and reduced the frequency on meeting at home. I used to inquire her saying why he is not coming these days. She gave some excuse. I also missed him and was indebted to him as he shared some valuable books and notes with me. Now in the Winter vacation, she stayed home most of the time. She became an odd person for those few weeks. She did not talk to any body much and used to keep to herself. very rarely any of her friends used to come home. Winter was my favorite time as we could play outdoor sports during the day. On such a day i noticed that boy. I called him and greeted him. I asked him as why he was not visiting. He gave a lame excuse, something about syllabus mismatch. Still I invited him to come by occasionally. He agreed and left. After winter vacations school reopened. This time the boy came home almost every day. I was happy again. My sister also was happy. She became more energetic and active on comparison to the few dull weeks. But this question was always in my mind. I wanted to see what their study session. I asked my sister upfront that I too wanted to attend the study session along with her. To this she laughed out heartily and said that I would not understand any of those lessons. I kind of believed her, specially after seeing her thick books of Biology and Physics. But this curiosity. What to do and how to find out? I decided to spy on her. In the time when she still did not reach home after school, i used to go to her room and figure out any peep hole or a window which would reveal what is happening inside. It was all fun for me. I tried to search for small orifices, the keyholes etc but neither were directly able to show what was happening inside. The last resort was, there was a flip window placed very high on the wall, basically for ventilation. But that window could be accessed only from the balcony.There was every possibility that I could be spotted by our neighbor while peeping through the window. Moreover, the difficulty was that the window was too high. even after standing on a stool, it would be still at-least 1.5 feet away. This curiosity was killing me. Then it struck, I made a periscope as a project for my school. and it is dull in color and not easy to spot. I took the chance and some courage to get up the stool and check if it at all anything was visible. It was a “eureka” of an idea. I could see her entire room but I had to be careful as I could be spotted if my movements were sudden. The stage was set, I was prepared and my periscope was tested. Only drawback was, the periscope mirrors were little dirty. Hence I could not get a very clear view, still was sufficient. I was too excited. More than they were. When they went in and locked the door, I began my setup. Very carefully I laid down the stool in the right position, stood up on it and started watching. I saw that they were holding hands and whispering something in each other’s ears. Didi started smiling. After few minutes, I witnessed my first lip lock. In those days liplock was a big thing even on TV. Watching it live made me very nervous. Then suddenly something happened to both of them as they madly pulled out each other’s clothes and got naked. My jaw dropped. I could not believed what was happening. Suddenly a fountain of feelings gushed in me. For the first time I saw a woman naked. That too, she was my sister, my DIdi. That image in still imprinted in my mind. Maybe because it was the first time I saw a woman naked or just the shock of the whole event. I knew what a woman looks like. I visited porn sites back then. I did not see any video but understood what boobs were. Something new was her pubic hair. it was dense black patch down there. Her hair was tied in a bun. Her face was looking cute. Her thin hands were like flower stalk and face was blush red. Her boobs were ample and her nipple was tight and pointed. her both boobs stood up like cones. i felt the left boob was a bit smaller. The best part of her body was her waist. Usually i never paid attention to a woman’s waist but that curve was the most slippery curve i have seen.which then gave way to her pubic hair. She is an average height girl but looked so adorable in that moment. Then this guy pounced over her. He kissed her like he would eat up her face. Surprisingly she too reciprocated similarly. The boy was thin and height would be above average. He ain’t got anything which was surprising to me. I knew about masturbation and I did masturbate often. I was taken aback at how they had their oral sex. It was difficult to digest that a pee hole is something you would like to lick. But it sunk in. The best time was when he lifter didi’s legs and licked her vagina. I got to see real female anatomy for the first time right in front of me. All my doubts were put to rest. I had a confusion as were do women piss from and where do they shit from. After he fingered her, i knew. Then he entered her. First missionary style, then doggie style. They both controlled their moans while absorbed all the pleasure. It has been a while and I was already in shock. I decided to step down and get back to normal. I quietly carried back my periscope and the stool. Just then i saw myself in the mirror. I had a huge wet spot in my pant and my face was as red as a tomato. I came without touching myself. Felt how powerful the feeling was. I was still in the shock. Did not know what to do . I cleaned myself and went back to TV and found that the cartoons have ended. The TV was kept running but I was lost in my thoughts. That incident transformed me. But it also gave birth to a pervert inside me. I spied on them multiple times later on and so many times that I almost could predict their patterns of love making. I masturbated thinking about didi. Initially I felt guilty, but slowly I overcame that and started enjoying. I was not my previous self since that day. Since that day almost everybody asked me that why I was behaving differently. I grew quieter and felt comfort in loneliness. Though I was feasting my lust side but I was loosing myself to it. I knew something was wrong. My yearly final exams were coming and I was not studying much. Everybody got worried. I was lost in y own world. One day I thought that I will confront my didi and tell her everything. I was preparing my speech. I wrote and threw it away and wrote again. I could not express my feelings in words. After almost 8 or 9 drafts, i had a speech ready. After school, i quickly got ready and took the paper and practised all the lines again. I was feeling like a fool but I had to let it out. I did not tel this to any body yet. I hoped that didi would understand me. Frankly speaking, I did not know how she might react. She might get angry at me and stop talking to me altogether. Anxiety reached new heights. I was perspiring like a pig. She came home. She went to her room. I gathered some courage. went to her door and knocked. She shouted saying what was the matter. I said that i wanted to talk. Somehow she understood the feelings in my voice and quickly opened the door. She was feeling that I was about to tell something important. She looked into my eyes and detected my anxiety. She asked me to come in and sit down. I replied saying that I was fine there at her door. After a minute of silence, she lost her cool and asked to tell what was it about? I stammered. The speech paper in my hand was folded pretty small. It already became wet with my sweat. Again after a pause she shouted,”Come on . Tell me now.” I forgot my speech. I tell you guys, when a man is expressing his heart, he is very fragile. I opened my mouth and was stammering while I said, “I , I , I, I …” ” I love you”. She looked at me. She gave a proud smile. I could see her eyes well up with tears. She held my face and pulled me near. She said,” I love you too dear”. Saying this she gave me a tight hug. I was taken aback. All I could think about was her super sexy body and her ample pointy boobs pressing my chest.She kissed me on my cheek and said something about studies and marks. I was already afloat in Cloud 9 thinking about the boob press and being able to touch her bra straps while hugging. My heart felt at peace. We talked a for a while. She also said to me that she felt I was changing as a person. Asked if I was having any girlfriend issue. We ended up by hugging once again. This time my hands were a bit lower on her waist. I thought it was better to keep it this way as I could see more of her and her activities without causing any discomfort to any. My life was back on track and I was getting better as a person. Smiles everywhere. My sister thought that she showered her love out of her maternal instinct while though I love her as a lover and I lust for her. And I kept spying on her whenever possible. This was the sex story about my beautiful elder sister(didi). 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